Psalms 39:5
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You, indeed, have made my days as handbreadths, and my lifetime as nothing before You. Truly each man at his best exists as but a breath. Selah
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Remember the briefness of my lifespan! For what futility You have created all men!
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
Lowborn men are but a vapor, the exalted but a lie. Weighed on the scale, they go up; together they are but a vapor.
Yet when I considered all the works that my hands had accomplished and what I had toiled to achieve, I found everything to be futile, a pursuit of the wind; there was nothing to be gained under the sun.
You discipline and correct a man for his iniquity, consuming like a moth what he holds dear; surely each man is but a vapor. Selah
You do not even know what will happen tomorrow! What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
“My travels have lasted 130 years,” Jacob replied. “My years have been few and hard, and they have not matched the years of the travels of my fathers.”
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.
Beloved, do not let this one thing escape your notice: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day.
All the nations are as nothing before Him; He regards them as nothingness and emptiness.